( He says this with an exhaled laugh - it's cute, in the way a child being afraid of what's under their bed is cute. It's cute - and it's sometimes a little lonely. And so that laugh rings slightly - sad.
His fingers linger where they land, but he'll pull them away if Vanis would like to save his back or neck and rise. He doesn't seem keen to move away, regardless. )
If I'm close, they'll often run away. Sometimes, if I'm far, they'll stop and admire me. But then . . . no matter how they react, sometimes, when I return, those little villages will start to worship me. I always wonder how those emotions flow into one another.
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( He says this with an exhaled laugh - it's cute, in the way a child being afraid of what's under their bed is cute. It's cute - and it's sometimes a little lonely. And so that laugh rings slightly - sad.
His fingers linger where they land, but he'll pull them away if Vanis would like to save his back or neck and rise. He doesn't seem keen to move away, regardless. )
If I'm close, they'll often run away. Sometimes, if I'm far, they'll stop and admire me. But then . . . no matter how they react, sometimes, when I return, those little villages will start to worship me. I always wonder how those emotions flow into one another.